Just Something I Wrote Late At Night.... Poem by Aaron Crosley

my body and my mind,
trained beyond a dream,
ruuning faster than the wind,
in a fratic poets dream.

i hate what i have become,
a tool to the world,
my will moving into the void,
along with my sanity and peace.

i have time for one last goodbye,
one chance to find peace for the soul,
that is about to leave this ragged world.

running to and fro,
in this barred wasteland world,
danger closing in,
bringing with it a scare,
i dance to the cobras tone,
moving my feet to block an parry,
wanting only to stay alive,
and leave this dead nmans quarry.

my life had become,
a sentiment of fate,
a door closed by chance,
and reopened by hate.